Rarely do I get excited about movies anymore. So many are rehashed, unoriginal, or sequelled to death when they should have been left alone.
And a movie based upon a book I love? I typically run in fear. Hollywood has shown time after time they will ruin a fabulous book by turning it into a movie.
The Hunger Games defies the odds, and I cannot wait to see it.
However, I hold no illusions about this being a date movie with my husband, even though he might enjoy it.
He doesn’t read fiction. Like, ever. He has no idea what The Hunger Games even means.
Nothing demonstrates this more perfectly than this conversation:
CG (the husband): “Prometheous looks awesome!”
Me: “What is that again?”
CG: “Ridley Scott, the prequel that isn’t a prequel to Aliens.”
Me: “Oh yeah, right. It will either be awesomely spectacular or a hideous failure with great special effects. I really want to see The Hunger Games.”
Me: “You know, The Hunger Games? The books are incredible.”
CG: “It’s about vampires, right?”
(insert my hysterical laughter)
Anyone need a date to see the Hunger Games?